[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-63":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Pure Yang!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267163,4427,"Chapter 63: Zodiac Wu Ma, Mortal Hell","pure-yang-chapter-63",63,"\u003Cp>The unification of ten thousand talismans is the ultimate dream of all talisman masters; to achieve this state, one must be pure Yang without limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shen family’s [Ten Thousand Talismans Mirror] is such.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secret transmission of Maoshan is likewise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day on, the young Jiang Hu followed Wu Qilu in cultivation; every night, when all was still, he followed the latter to a graveyard littered with mounds, where eerie will-o’-the-wisps glowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unimaginable that Maoshan still concealed such a place—so grim it sent chills down the spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu Qilu’s cultivation is indeed profound, and his insights into the Dao are extraordinary…” Shen Qingli murmured softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Qilu’s appearance opened before Jiang Hu a door never before seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is cultivation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yellow Emperor’s Yinfu Jing says: Heaven has five thieves; those who see them flourish. The five thieves dwell in the heart, act upon Heaven; the universe lies in the hand, all transformation arises from the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within this lies the great secret of cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are the five thieves? Life, matter, time, merit, spirit… but what exactly they are does not matter…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What matters is this character: [Thief]!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thief is a stealer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mystery of cultivation lies in this word: [Steal].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yellow Emperor stole the opportunity of life and ascended in daylight; Yin and Zhou gained the proof of stealing spirit and overcame the great with the small; Guan Zhong gained the truth of stealing time and united the feudal lords nine times; Fan Li seized the urgency of stealing matter and dominated Nan Yue; Zhang Liang received the grace of stealing merit and defeated the mighty Chu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the origin of humanity is the theft of the essence of two and five, wondrously combined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cultivation, in essence, is stealing vitality from within the killing intent!” Shen Qingli paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Qilu’s appearance utterly carved out for Jiang Hu his own path of cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told Jiang Hu that the key to talisman cultivation lies in the character [One], the most wondrous character in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way of talismans transforms endlessly, yet all arise from this [One], stroke by stroke, drawn out…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This character is the foundation of all talismans under Heaven…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dao gives birth to One; One gives birth to Two; Two gives birth to Three; Three gives birth to all things! The final stroke of birth is One!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first stroke of death is also One!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between life and death lies the mystery of [One]…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly, a senior master!” Zhang Fan, hearing the subtlety, could not help but praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Qingli glanced at him and continued: “To master the mystery of [One], you must comprehend it through life and death…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day on, Wu Qilu would often capture nearby wandering souls and vengeful ghosts—old men, children, men, women—all with bright yellow talismans pasted to their foreheads, eyes hollow and lifeless, radiating the strongest yin energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had Jiang Hu practice [One-Stroke Drawing] while using talismans to slay wandering souls and refine ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flowed like water; in just one year, Jiang Hu’s cultivation in talismans surged forward, mastering three hundred talismans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such progress drew astonished glances from all—even Qi Ji felt the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was not the pressure of someone chasing from behind, but the pressure of standing shoulder to shoulder…” Shen Qingli sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A year ago, Jiang Hu’s talent and cultivation couldn’t match even a fraction of Qi Ji’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just one year, Jiang Hu reached Qi Ji’s level—and even surpassed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone wondered what Jiang Hu’s secret was for such rapid advancement…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Hu said: nothing else—Heaven rewards diligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he concealed his merit and name, leaving others to ponder endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a showoff,” Zhang Fan sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had an uncle behind him giving him a boost, yet he speaks of Heaven rewarding diligence…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He concealed it from everyone, yet never concealed it from Suiyuan.” Shen Qingli said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu had cultivated on the mountain since childhood, always cared for by Suiyuan, who was like an elder brother and father to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu naturally told Suiyuan everything without hiding anything; he secretly revealed Wu Qilu’s existence and promised to speak with this junior uncle about giving Suiyuan a little extra tutoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when Suiyuan heard Jiang Hu’s words, his face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Zhang Fan could not help asking. Shen Qingli paused, then looked at Zhang Fan with a haunting voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because Maoshan has never had a Wu uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan froze, then saw Shen Qingli’s beautiful face darken with sorrow as her voice echoed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Jiang Hu saw Wu Qilu for the last time, saw this uncle, who, as always, wore a loose robe, his face wrapped in bandages, as if immersed in shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, Wu Qilu released the wandering souls and vengeful ghosts locked in the thatched hut—men and women, old and young, radiating chilling yin energy, shadows thick and dense—so Jiang Hu could kill them in practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Hu did not move. He voiced his doubts, bluntly stating that this uncle who had taught him for over a year was no member of Maoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response to Jiang Hu’s accusation, Wu Qilu said nothing more than that this was their final meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than a year of companionship, Jiang Hu had grown deeply attached to Wu Qilu, who was like teacher and father—not only had he propelled Jiang Hu’s cultivation forward in just over a year, but also imparted him with many truths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could say that, aside from Suiyuan, Wu Qilu was the one who had helped and cared for him the most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, facing separation, the young Jiang Hu felt unbearable sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Hu values bonds deeply,” Zhang Fan whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Life’s gatherings and partings are impermanent; so-called affinity is but an illusion; clinging to it breeds false emotion—that is the agitation of the conscious spirit,” Shen Qingli frowned slightly, as if with deeper meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his final lesson, Jiang Hu gave everything, using every technique Wu Qilu had taught him, unleashing all his talismans to slay the wandering souls and ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, Suiyuan arrived, his face filled with terror, staring at Jiang Hu in disbelief, shouting at him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did he shout?” Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Qingli’s gaze darkened, her eyes suddenly flickering as she looked at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That look made Zhang Fan feel a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He asked him… why he killed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killed!?” Zhang Fan’s eyes widened as if he had misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suiyuan moved, tearing off the talismans pasted to the foreheads of the wandering souls and ghosts; the chilling yin energy around them vanished instantly, their eyes slowly regained life, no longer vacant, though their faces turned deathly pale, as if drained of all vitality, collapsing one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those…” Zhang Fan gasped, unable to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They were not ghosts… they were living people…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Jiang Hu felt dragged into the gaping maw of a abyss; his young body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes filled with despair, while Wu Qilu’s mocking laughter echoed in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How does it feel to pierce a living person with a talisman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Qilu’s words tore at Jiang Hu’s young heart; his vitality seemed cruelly stripped away—despair, pain, disbelief—all emotions twisted violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jiang Hu like this, Wu Qilu’s laughter grew louder, as if admiring a masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a madman,” Zhang Fan’s gaze grew cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did he do this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Qingli shook her head: “That madman spared Jiang Hu—but Suiyuan died before his eyes, in his arms…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan fell silent; he could almost picture the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the chilling moon, the young Jiang Hu screamed in agony, like a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The innocent, the wronged souls, and Suiyuan—they would haunt him like nightmares for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the moonlight, Wu Qilu watched it all with indifference, then turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Wu Ma!” Wu Qilu’s voice echoed through the blood-drenched night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little ghost, one day we shall meet again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these words, Shen Qingli’s eyes filled with gloom; she looked at Jiang Hu walking toward the Five Spirit Rainbow, then at Zhang Fan beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since then, the mortal world has been his hell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1372,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","571256eb168de7f1e47d01e3955a1f13256a8eefa09e559513e4c2bfa12dea9a","pure-yang-chapter-64","pure-yang-chapter-62",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]